Dear God
Why did you kill my cousin in a motorcycle accident?
Why do you let all those poor people starve?
Why does it seem like somebody dies every day?
Why have you isolated me behind an invisible barrier, limiting my interaction with the world to a few scribbled words on paper, pressed against the glass?
Some people say you have a big plan.
What kind of plan works like this?
Why?
Sincerely, Me
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